Roséd Corpse
February 26, 2015
Petals placed on the ground,
Leaves left plucked,
Stems stripped
Decay, masked by
The pretty scent,
A farce façade
Pumped plump,
Pretty face, final place,
Eyes closed
Using such sweet symbols
To hide, to sweep away,
The ugly truth
Stench of a corpse,
All prettified, and petrified,
Only mixes with the scent
Aromas dancing are
Attacked by alienated odors,
Myths, stories
Pungent reek sways,
Sweet sedation
Has gained higher ground
Reality rears back,
Kicking courageously,
Eyes water
The plants will rot,
Beauty blackens,
Perfume of death will reign
Lovely aromatic displays
Dissolve to reveal
The roséd corpse
About the Creator
Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)
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